New Poem


The trace of your lip

exposes your distracted mind

and the beat of your anticipation.

Were you waiting for me?

I left the door open —

floral flats strewed across the hardwood floor.

I couldn’t wait to get out of the office

and out of this button-down

to show you the heat underneath.

I release the heaviness of my day

onto your strong shoulders

letting your chest hair twirl in my fingers.

My hips anchored in your lap —

I face you and know I’m home.

Let my desire bathe your hungry eyes.

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